There ponder'd, felt I, If worms, snakes, loathsome grubs, may to sweet spiritual songs be turn'd, If vermin so transposed, so used, so bless'd may be, 10 Then may I trust in you, your fortunes, days, my country; --Who knows that these may be the lessons fit for you? From these your future Song may rise, with joyous trills, Destin'd to fill the world.